The day with Yuki was simple.
And that was the strange part.
After everything—the Maxton meeting, the divorce papers, the Destined Day revelation, the cosmic threats coiling just beneath reality, the brands etched into souls and the hundreds of billions sitting in accounts he still couldn't touch—the day with Yuki Tanaka unfolded without resistance.
No ambush or hidden blade and universe trying to remind him of his place.
Just… quiet that didn't feel empty, but earned. Fragile, almost. Like something that could shatter if he looked at it too hard.
He took her out in her own car. Drove the P Wagon through Paradise with a girl who spent the first fifteen minutes pretending she wasn't sneaking glances at his hands on the steering wheel—
